His Bloody Knife

1.

I slid the knife out of his ribs, and stared at it. It was his fault he’s dead, he was attacking me with questions. I wiped the bloody knife on Mikey’s blood stained shirt, and stuck it back into my pocket.
No one’s going to miss him; he was an annoying little cunt.

I lifted his lifeless body, and dropped him in the bathtub and ran the water. I made cut’s on his arms are made him sink in the bathtub to make it look like a suicide.

I heard my mom’s voice from downstairs.
“Is Mikey running water, Gerard?”

I looked at his pathetic body, and replied “Yeah, I think so.”

I turned off the water and went in my room.
I always wanted to be an only son.
I started to laugh hysterically. What has gotten into me?
I opened the window in my room to cool off. I closed my eyes and felt the cool breeze.

He will never feel the breeze again.

I took the knife from my pocket, and slid it across my wrist.

He will never feel pain.

That lucky bastard.
I did him the ultimate favor.